i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

2 spent eating.

that leaves 10.

10 for precious memories.

Atlantis in the morning is extremely heavy.

but it goes well.

i somehow associate it with the grey skies of toronto more than here.

but mix and match has never been too big of an issue.

i bask in the bliss of being asian for a few weeks left,

before i return to that perilous world of discovering just how little i know about the world.

this is a place where time stands still.

things change, they most definitely do.

but they always echo of the past.

my ghostly child runs here.

she laughs her.

she swings her legs on the chairs here.

little ghostly children,

running in all the places i've forgotten.

doing things i don't remember but used to love.

i pray this 10 becomes a part of that.